My
first meeting with Robert didn’t put me in the most flattering light. I
had
been working for the Smithsonian for six months and I was in the
basement of
the natural history museum where I had been sent there to do an
inventory. I didn’t
mind being relegated to doing work an intern would normally do, it felt
good
being there surrounded by all these objects from the past, even the
mustiness
felt comforting.

I
have to admit that I wasn’t really doing the work I’d been sent here to
do, I
was going through the boxes studying the shards of pottery in one or
the bones
in another. I’d gone through six boxes and I’d climbed a step stool to
get
another one. It turned out to be heavier than I expected and to avoid
dropping
it I had to step aside and my foot slipped off the stool. Next thing I
knew I
was leaning against the shelves holding the crate balanced precariously
on my
shoulder and against my head while feeling like my back was about to
break.

Now,
I’m strong, much stronger than any human I know, but I couldn’t get a
proper
grip on that crate. I shifted around trying to get the shelves to take
some of
the crate’s weight while I found some leverage, unfortunately that
didn’t work
out as planned, the crate moved sideways and started tipping over my
head.

As I
cursed in German, French and Chinese, I heard steps coming and then
most of the
weight was off me.

“You
ok under there?” my rescuer asked as I slipped and ended up on my ass.

“I’m
fine,” I said getting up quickly and grabbing one of the corners.

“Where
does it go?”

“Top
shelf.” With his help it was simple to get it back in place. “Thanks
for the
save,” I said taking him in; he was almost a foot taller than I was,
which I
admit isn’t that difficult since I’m only five foot four. He had a
football
player’s frame and a rich smell of earth.

“You’re
welcome, I’m Robert.” He offered me his hand and my heart beat fast as
I took
it.

“Simon.”

“Well
Simon, I hope you’re going to be putting everything away before anyone
else
comes down here.” He looked around at the open boxes and the objects
spread
over the tables.

“Don’t
worry. I’ll be packing everything right away. The boss doesn’t need to
know
about this, does she?” Eliza was the stern Latin woman who ran the
civilization
department of the museum. I liked her, but she didn’t care for goofing
around
or wasting time.

“As
long as she can’t tell what happened here when she comes down later she
won’t
have to know.”

“Thanks,
I owe you one. Well, with the save I guess I owe you two.”

“Just
try to be more careful next time. I can’t always be around to save
you,” he
said with a smile before leaving.

I
watched him leave, my eyes going down his wide back to the best looking
ass I’d
seen in years. I kept seeing it even after he turned the corner and
disappeared
from view. It took me a few minutes to stop dreaming of it and put
everything
away.

An
hour and a half later the inventory was done and I was back on the main
floor
of the museum to check in on the Napoleonic Exhibit when Eliza came up
to me.

“Finally
Mister Wilner, it’s about time you came out of your hiding place.” She
said
crossing her arms over her chest.

“Excuse
me?” It sounded like she knew what I’d been up to, but feigning
surprise and
confusion was always a good first line of defense.

“I’ve
been looking for you for the last hour, where have you been hiding?”

“In
the basement, Doctor Morelian had me do an inventory.”

“Really?
I didn’t know you’d been demoted to an intern.” She waves a hand. “That
doesn’t
matter now, come with me, I want to introduce you to Doctor Starlin,”
she said
as she started walking.

“Who
is he?” I asked trying to keep up with her.

“He’s
the European History department supervisor.”

“I
thought you were our supervisor, Doctor Salina.”

“I
was only acting supervisor while he was on a dig in Nigeria. He finally
came
back this morning.”

“Doctor
Starlin!” she called to a man walking ahead of us. I had enough time to
recognize the wide shoulder and perfect ass before my savior stopped
and
turned.

“Hello
Eliza,” he said once we caught up to him, “what can I do for you?” She
glared
at him, she hated being called by her first name while at work. I had
to stop
myself from chuckling at her reaction to being baited.

“This
is Mister Simon Wilner,” she said through clenched teeth, “he’s our new
expert
for the French and English exhibits.”

“It’s
a pleasure to meet you,” he said offering me his hand, “call me Robert,
I’m not
as formal as our Eliza here.” I shook his hand as I held back more
chuckles at
the daggers Eliza shot him. Her look changed to a calculating one as we
kept
shaking hands a little too long.

I
couldn’t believe he was flirting with me, or that I blushed because of
it.

I
tried to ignore the signals he kept sending my way, after all he was my
boss. It
wouldn’t be appropriate to have sex with him, but I could ignore my
nature only
so long and within two weeks we were having sex. I did everything I
could to
keep it casual and only sexual, meeting only a few times a week and
never
staying with him afterward. I didn’t want to fall in love again, but
the guy
could throw me over his shoulder and dazzle me with Greek history. So
within a
few month the sex happened more often, almost daily and a lot of the
time at
work, which was completely inappropriate; we almost got caught twice,
but that
didn’t stop us.

* *
* * *

A
year later I was standing nervously in front of his door. It wasn’t the
first
time I’d been to his house, actually I now spent most of my evenings
there, but
this time I was coming with a offer and I was scared of what he would
say. I
knocked, the door opened and I looked up into the most beautiful smile
imaginable. Before I could do anything he pulled me close and kissed
me. The
kiss was hot, passionate and hungry making me responded to it eagerly.

When
we broke apart we were both panting and even hungrier. I could see in
his eyes
that he was ready to rip my clothes off without even bothering to close
the
door, but I stopped him by presenting him the flowers I’d brought; I’d
thought
about bringing roses, but I thought the message they send was too
strong.

Even
after all this time having sex we hadn’t talked about what we were to
each other,
and I was afraid of what would happen when I brought it up. I
specifically told
the flower lady to use flowers without any romantic connotations so she
gave me
a cactus. After discussing it with her a little more she made me a
bouquet of
wild flowers, it was still romantic, but it didn’t carry any hidden
meaning.

“You
didn’t have to bring flowers,” he said softly once he got over the
surprise.

“I
know, but I wanted to do something special for you.”

“No
one’s ever given me flowers.” His eyes got a little wet and he went to
the
kitchen. When he came back they were dry and the flowers were in a
large beer
mug which he put on the coffee table.

He
kissed me again, but this time the flavor was more tender than hungry.
I had a
moment to wonder if he’d deciphered the meaning behind the flowers
before I
lost myself in the kiss and lovemaking that followed.

Two
hours later I was snuggling to his sleeping form feeling silly for
having been
afraid I might scare him off. He opened his eyes and looked back at me.

“Hi,”
he said with his bright smile and reached over to caress my cheek.

“Hello,”
I replied, taking his hand and kissing it, “How do you feel about me
moving
in?”

“I
feel like it’s the most wonderful news.” His smile became even
brighter. “I
never thought you’d ask.”

“I’m
sorry, bad history,” I said and tried to order my thought so I could
give him a
sort of explanation, but he pulled me into a hug.

“Shhh,
it’s ok. All that matters is that you asked.” I completely relaxed in
his
embrace. Robert was the only who ever made me feel safe. When he held
me I
didn’t have to worry about anything.

After
a moment of my nose buried in his neck and breathing in his scent I
started
licking and nibbling on it. Robert moaned and I felt his cock react
against me
so I pushed him on his back and climbed over him to lick and nibble on
his
nipples. After a few moments of that I licked my way down coming across
the
pool of precum on his belly, which I cleaned before taking the tip of
his cock
in my mouth and suckling on it.

Robert
bucked and started fucking my mouth and I let him do it. His eight inch
cock
easily went in and out even when he pushed all of it in. For half an
hour I
edged him on, let him get close to orgasm and then holding him down
until he
was calm, only to bring him close again. When I finally let him explode
in my
mouth he had been whimpering with need.

After
swallowing the last of his load I crawled back up and he wrapped his
arms
around me. I was hard and leaking, but at that moment I was perfectly
content
to just have him hold me.

I
moved in the next weekend.

It
was two years after that when he had our only big hurdle. I’d been
planning on
telling him for some time, but I kept losing my nerve. On that day I’d
promised
myself that I would no matter what. I became sick with worry and went
home
early without telling anyone.

I
wasn’t surprised when Robert got home hours early

“Simon!”

The
worry in his voice made me feel guilty about worrying him, but I pushed
it
aside and listened to the full moon rising, letting it give me the
courage that
alcohol couldn’t. I listened to him run around the house calling my
name. When
he opened the door to our library and looked inside he almost didn’t
see me in
the darkness. He’d taken a step away before looking in again.

“I’m
fine,” I said in a cold tone. Right now even the moon enhanced
horniness
couldn’t compete with the sheer terror I was feeling, and I couldn’t
listen to
that so I shoved all my emotions in the back of my mind.

He
flicked the light on and was at my feet holding my hands. “Please, you
don’t
have to lie to me. If you’re sick I need to know so I can be there for
you.”

“I’m
not sick,” I replied, “but I have something to tell you.” He looked at
me
eagerly. “I’m a werewolf.”

He
looked relieved for a moment, as if what I’d said made complete sense.
Then he
frowned as he sank in. “What?”

“I’m
a werewolf,” I repeated.

He
looked at me stupefied before standing and moving to the doorway.
“Damnit
Simon, do you think you’re being funny? I was fucking scared you were
going to
tell me you had Aids and instead you pull a prank like this on me?”

It
was my turn to stare at him. He thought I was making a joke? I started
chuckling, and then laughing. What was this, a bad TV show where
someone’s big
secret had to be misunderstood as a joke so the plot could continue? I
was
laughing so hard I fell off the seat,

And
then as suddenly as it came the laughter was gone. I glared at him and
shifted
as I stood. My shirt and pants ripped at the seams as I became taller
and
wider, red fur gowning all over me.

“Does
this look like a joke?” I said, the words only barely understandable
since my head
had also changed, my mouth now being a muzzle with vicious looking
teeth, ears
on top of my head. I pulled the ripped clothing off me and I was naked
before
him. I didn’t make for a pretty sight, unlike all other werewolves I
know I
don’t look anything remotely like human when I’ve changed.

Now
that I’d let go of the fear I was horny and if it hadn’t been for the
terror on
Robert’s face I would have jumped him.

Robert
slowly backed out of the room and then ran off. I heard the door slam
shut and
his car peel off. My worst fear had come to pass; I’d scared him off. I
curled
up in a corner and cried until I feel asleep.

For
the next week I couldn’t leave the house. I was terrified that if I
left Robert
would come and lock me out. I also couldn’t go into work since he’d
have to see
me and I didn’t want to risk having him freak out there. The phone rang
every
day, but I didn’t answer; I might be work wanting to know why I wasn’t
there,
it might be Robert telling me to leave or it might be some stranger,
which
meant Robert wasn’t calling.

After
two weeks I’d started getting used to the idea that Robert couldn’t
deal with
what I was and that it might be time for me to leave when the front
door
opened. An instant later I was in the living room watching Robert close
the
door. He turned and we looked at each other before both looking away.
He was
wearing the same clothes he had when he left and looked like he hadn’t
slept
well in a few days - like me.

“Hi,”
I said. I wanted to go hug him, but I couldn’t tell if he wanted me
anywhere
close to him yet.

He
didn’t say anything immediately. When he did it was to ask “Did I
really see
what I thought I saw?”

I
nodded, and then realized he wasn’t looking in my direction. “Yes, you
did.”

“How
is that possible?”

I
just shrugged, I’d asked myself that same question for years after I’d
become a
werewolf. It didn’t seem possible, where did the extra mass come from?
How did
the fur shrink back into my skin? It was impossible, and yet here I was
as
proof.

“How
did you become a . . . what you are?”

“Maybe
we should sit down first,” I said indicating the couch.

He
nodded. “In the kitchen.”

I
took my usual seat at the table, and he sat across from me instead of
in his
seat next to mine.

“How
did it happen? Were you bitten? Mauled?”

I shook
my head. “I doubt it. I was pretty sick, probably dying. I remember a
man next
to where I was lying asking me if I wanted to get better, but I don’t
know if
that was real or just part of the delirium. After that I started
getting better
and a few months later I realized that I was a werewolf.”

“Am
I going to become one?”

“No,
I’m not contagious.”

Robert
sighed in relief and sagged back in his chair.

“Robert,”
I said reaching for his hands.

He
pulled them away quickly and then looked ashamed. “I’m sorry,” he said.

“It’s
ok, I understand,” I replied. “Do you want me to . . .” my voice broke
and I
had to take a few breaths to get myself under control again. “Do you
want me to
leave?” I whispered.

“No!
No, I want you to stay. I just need to wrap my head around all this.”

It
took two month before he was able to let me touch him again, and six
before we
slept in the same bed. Those were tough times for me. I wanted to be
faithful
to him, but while he wouldn’t have sex with me I still needed to so I
did it
behind his back. When I told him about it a few years later he was
surprisingly
ok with it.

The
accident should have been our second hurdle, but instead of dealing
with it, I
ran.